Mafiatale - Living Life Among Crime [Frans]

Can't Fail [68]

This was like Sans' worst fucking nightmare. He had already been through bullshit with this bitch before, and he was being forced to suffer at her hand for a second time. Not just that, but he had a girlfriend he desperately needed to protect. He didn't want to let anyone hurt her, he didn't want to let anyone do anything weird to her. There was just a problem. He was back to being in handcuffs, his hands were chained to a pole - with Frisk being in the same terrible position. They were in a separate room from the prison cells, but it's not like this one was any better. Still looking quite decrepit and nasty. 

"So, tell me Sans." Blair spoke to the skeleton, who was busy trying to find a way to get the handcuffs off of his wrist - she was not bothered by this, as she believed it was no use. "How many years has it been?" She repeated that earlier comment towards her ex-boyfriend, who only stared daggers at her when she spoke in that innocent voice of hers. Why was she speaking like that? To try and be creepy? She might as well have just acted like what she really was. A deceitful, dreadful, disgusting little cow.

"what does it matter? i don't really care." Sans grumbled back to her. Thankfully for the moment, she was paying all of her attention on him, leaving Frisk alone who was looking around the room, almost as if she wanted to try and look for some kind of way out. She was remaining silent for the time being, and that's what Sans needed. He needed to protect her. "why haven't ya just killed me already? i don't get it." 

"Well, because when you were brought to me by the others, I wanted to make the most out of it. Like I said, it's been a long time since I've seen that face of yours." She grinned, going back to placing her hand to his cheekbone, except this time there were no bars to separate them from each other. He couldn't help but slightly flinch at her touch, just wanting to back away as much as he could. No one was allowed to do that. No one but Frisk. 

"just stop it. i'm not your pet." He seethed, earning a small laugh out of the fox. Clearly she found him trying to talk big while he was a hostage in handcuffs amusing. He growled slightly. He hated how she found this funny. Clenching his fists, if he could, right now he would so punch her in the face. 

"You can be so adorable sometimes." She said, still being a little too close to him for comfort. Toying with him, that's exactly what she was clearly trying to do. And he hated it. He hated it more than anything. "Maybe I don't actually want to kill you, because I've missed you." She teased beside his skull in a quiet murmur. Normally, when she had been his girlfriend, hearing her say something like that would have made him blush. Now it made his face contort with disgust at her words.

From where she was standing, handcuffed to the pole, for a moment Frisk was able to have a second of eye contact with Sans, as she had a worried expression on her face. Considering that fox seemed like she was trying to flirt with him and make him uncomfortable. He was giving her a look as if it was okay, even though truthfully she knew he was probably shitting himself. While  Blair was distracted, she had to try and find some kind of way to get them out of this situation. If Sans had nothing, then it was up to her.

When looking around, she couldn't really see anything nearby to help her get these stupid human made hand cuffs off. They had a small lock on them where the key would go, that was it. But she didn't have a key. Not to mention pulling at the pipe was out of the question. Somehow she had to deal with the lock. How, how, how...? Oh! 

Thankfully, the handcuffs weren't enough to stop her searching through her hair to find some kind of bobby pin. Her hair had started growing out as of lately, so she had liked to put it up a lot. It just so conveniently happened that she had chose to put some pins in her hair. Almost as if she was prepared for such a terrible situation. Problem was, she had absolutely no clue how to pick a lock. Looks like this was the time she would have to learn.

Sans noticed out of the corner of his eye how Frisk was attempting to pick the lock of her handcuffs. Good thinking, he had thought to himself. All he was hoping was that she would do it quick, because truth be told he didn't know how much he could stand keeping Blair distracted. She had gone from just creeping him out with comments, to actually physically trying to kiss him - he always moved his mouth away just in time so she ended up getting his cheekbone or maybe his chin instead. This was fucking disgusting.

A quiet click was heard from her handcuffs, and she would have let out a celebratory "Yes!" if Blair wasn't in the room. Thankfully, the sound hadn't caught the fox's attention. Her ear had appeared to twitch slightly, and she had glanced towards Frisk suspiciously for about a moment, before taking her attention back to the skeleton. 

Never in her life, had Frisk wanted to slap someone more. Seeing that she was trying to make her boyfriend uncomfortable, and that she was trying to kiss him, it made her angry beyond words. Carefully and silently, she went to take one of the handcuffs off, causing her to no longer be attached to the pole. Now that she was free, she looked around, wanting to find some kind of blunt object to maybe smack over that fox's head. She had to take her down somehow.

In the room, Frisk saw by the wall, there was a table where there appeared to be all kinds of weapons, from a simple pistol, to sharp blades. She quietly gulped at the idea of any of those being used on either of them. Watching Blair and Sans carefully, Frisk took very quiet steps towards the table, thinking about what she wanted to choose. A gun would cause too much noise. The only option she had was some kind of blade. 

Slowly picking one of the knives up in her hand, her grip tightened around it, more in fear than anger. But she had to do this, she had to save Sans. Besides, it's not like she had to give a fatal wound to Blair, as terrible and disgusting as she found her. She didn't want to kill. She just wanted to hurt her. 

With each step towards the two, Frisk tried to be as careful as she could be. She knew Blair was bound to have extremely good hearing, so the last thing she wanted was to be heard. She had to be silent, not make a single sound. Sans also tried to refrain from looking over Blair's shoulder, otherwise that might just give Frisk away. With her teeth gritted, Frisk decided she would go in for the strike. 

Swinging the blade through the air, Frisk had aimed for Blair's shoulder. Only for the Fox to quickly spin around, grabbing her by the wrist. Frisk's eyes widened in shock at her reflexes, before suddenly feeling a fist get connected with her cheek, as Blair had decided to go and punch her directly in the face. Sans yelled her name, as she went tumbling over onto the floor, holding her face in shock. 

"Bitch! Clearly you don't know your place." Blair growled, going to pick up the blade that Frisk had dropped. "That's fine. I was planning on dealing with you later. But at least I can have fun killing you now!" As she said that, she zoomed towards the human girl, not wanting to give her a chance to react. No! She couldn't fail. Not again, not for the millionth time.

As Frisk saw her coming, she managed to dodge her first slash, before feeling surprised when she dodged another attack. Truth be told, she had expected herself to get stabbed by now. But no, she was actually doing something right for once! Though, she knew not to get too cocky. Doing that might just get her killed. Blair growled once more. This  girl was just going to have to be a piece of work, wasn't she?

That was fine. It would all be over once the fox killed her.